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Wren and Realyn soar over the enormous pit, lava bubbled wildly at the bottom in large hot red pools. “Want to check it out?” Wren asks Realyn mentally, “Sure, why not,” Realyn replies. The red dragon dives into the pit, she hovers for a moment looking around and then lands with a large thump as her wings fold in, Wren hopes off her dragon and looks around. A group or tribe clearly lived here, since many caves were scattered on ledges and states and path ways covered the walls.
After they had walked around for about a minute or two, they sat on the hard ground. “Strange isn’t it,” “I don’t like the feeling this place has.” Realyn says in the back of Wren’s mind. Wren couldn’t agree more, she felt like something was off, like the magic here wasn’t meant to be here in the first place.
After they had walked around for about a minute or two, they sat on the hard ground. “Strange isn’t it,” “I don’t like the feeling this place has.” Realyn says in the back of Wren’s mind. Wren couldn’t agree more, she felt like something was off, like the magic here wasn’t meant to be here in the first place.
As the two walked around, they felt more and more like they were being watched. It was a feeling neither of them liked, and it was clear by the way Realyn shifted her wings that it made her uncomfortable. Wren climbs into her dragon’s back, her hands on the leather saddle. If they needed to get out fast she’d rather be on Realyn then the ground.
Wren sat on her dragon's leather saddle, her hair out of its usual braid and hanging limply down her back. A few thoughts raced through her mind, but she tried to push them aside as Realyn carried them deeper into The Pit. This is beautiful, but the deeper we go the more magic feels darker, she thinks, Realyn grumbles an agreeing response in her throat.
Realyn could feel her own muscles ripple under her auburn and ember scales. She wasn't a large dragon, perhaps the size of a large bus, but even as they went deeper into The Pit she felt smaller. The dragon listened to her riders thoughts the deeper they traveled, finding them the only normal thing in the dark place.
Realyn could feel her own muscles ripple under her auburn and ember scales. She wasn't a large dragon, perhaps the size of a large bus, but even as they went deeper into The Pit she felt smaller. The dragon listened to her riders thoughts the deeper they traveled, finding them the only normal thing in the dark place.
Realyn walked through a large tunnel, and found herself in a large open field of lava and rocks, too her right the dragon saw a large structure. "What is that?" Wren said aloud, Realyn shrugs both sets of shoulders. The dragon moves closer, out of curiosity. She pushes off the ground and flies over to where the structure came out the ground. Landing carefully so not to break the ground below them, Realyn moves closer, Wren still on her back.
As Realyn got closer she could see a figure moving out of the structure, multiple to be exact. An old man with a long black beard, and red robe walks over to them,
"Hello?" he says, his voice like sand paper mixed with a frog who had a terrible cough.
"Hello," Wren replies, her own nerves made large by those of Realyn's, who would live so deep in a volcano like this.
"I'm Uvius," the old man says, holding out an old wrinkled hand to the girl.
"I'm Wren," she replies, "And this is Realyn," she says, climbing off her dragon to shake his hand, it was dry like all the life from his hand had been sucked out of him.
"She is beautiful," Uvius says, as he takes steps towards Realyn, getting a growl from the dragon.
"Um... Uvius, why are you down here and who exactly are you?" she asks, taking a step towards her dragon and putting a hand on the beast's neck.
Uvuis' company all chuckle, as if her question was obvious and a joke to them. He raises his left hand for silence and the company go silent,
"Dear girl," "We are the Sorgoia," he says, making Wren and Realyn look at one another.
"Wren, we sense your feelings of pain and loss," a woman would beautiful brown hair and gentle blue eyes says,
"How?" Wren asks in confusion,
"We feel things like this," she replies, "And a girl like you, could be helped by us," she says,
"What do you mean?" "You can't help me," Wren argues, this place and people were starting to scare her.
"But we can," Uvuis says, "We can bring back your parents," "Return your family back to the way it was, but you must step through the mist," he says. To the Sorgoia and Wren and Realyn's right a mist began to form it was thick and green.
I don't trust them, Wren, Realyn says to her rider's mind, I don't either but I could have my parents back, she replies. Realyn picks Wren up by the cuff of her shirt and lifts her onto the saddle again,
"Okay," Wren says, and Realyn nods.
"Good," Uvuis says, and motions to the mist, "May the mist bring you calm," he says.
The dragon walks into the mist, Wren on her Realyn's back.
As they walked through the mist, Wren could hear voices and Realyn could hear them too.
"Mom, Dad!" "Get back here," a girl giggles,
"Not until you catch us our little soon to be rider," a male voice says, it was strong and ruff but with an undertone of kindness.
"Be careful," "I don't want her head to to bump the table corners," a woman says,
"I'll be careful, Paloma," the man says,
"I know you will," she replies.
The voices Wren heard made her smile, and she could feel everything around her go silent, she couldn't hear anything outside those voices.
Realyn looks at Wren, her riders bright green eyes had turned black and were no longer green. The dragon roars in horror, and she too could slowly feel her own mind slipping away, then it was silent for the dragon and rider.
Uvuis stepped into the mist, the rider sat on her saddle her hands gripping it gently. He smiles to himself, and looks at both the dragon and riders black emotionless eyes.
"With a dragon, and a her rider we can hopefully take back a kingdom that should be ours," he says, and the company of Uvuis cheer.
"Hello?" he says, his voice like sand paper mixed with a frog who had a terrible cough.
"Hello," Wren replies, her own nerves made large by those of Realyn's, who would live so deep in a volcano like this.
"I'm Uvius," the old man says, holding out an old wrinkled hand to the girl.
"I'm Wren," she replies, "And this is Realyn," she says, climbing off her dragon to shake his hand, it was dry like all the life from his hand had been sucked out of him.
"She is beautiful," Uvius says, as he takes steps towards Realyn, getting a growl from the dragon.
"Um... Uvius, why are you down here and who exactly are you?" she asks, taking a step towards her dragon and putting a hand on the beast's neck.
Uvuis' company all chuckle, as if her question was obvious and a joke to them. He raises his left hand for silence and the company go silent,
"Dear girl," "We are the Sorgoia," he says, making Wren and Realyn look at one another.
"Wren, we sense your feelings of pain and loss," a woman would beautiful brown hair and gentle blue eyes says,
"How?" Wren asks in confusion,
"We feel things like this," she replies, "And a girl like you, could be helped by us," she says,
"What do you mean?" "You can't help me," Wren argues, this place and people were starting to scare her.
"But we can," Uvuis says, "We can bring back your parents," "Return your family back to the way it was, but you must step through the mist," he says. To the Sorgoia and Wren and Realyn's right a mist began to form it was thick and green.
I don't trust them, Wren, Realyn says to her rider's mind, I don't either but I could have my parents back, she replies. Realyn picks Wren up by the cuff of her shirt and lifts her onto the saddle again,
"Okay," Wren says, and Realyn nods.
"Good," Uvuis says, and motions to the mist, "May the mist bring you calm," he says.
The dragon walks into the mist, Wren on her Realyn's back.
As they walked through the mist, Wren could hear voices and Realyn could hear them too.
"Mom, Dad!" "Get back here," a girl giggles,
"Not until you catch us our little soon to be rider," a male voice says, it was strong and ruff but with an undertone of kindness.
"Be careful," "I don't want her head to to bump the table corners," a woman says,
"I'll be careful, Paloma," the man says,
"I know you will," she replies.
The voices Wren heard made her smile, and she could feel everything around her go silent, she couldn't hear anything outside those voices.
Realyn looks at Wren, her riders bright green eyes had turned black and were no longer green. The dragon roars in horror, and she too could slowly feel her own mind slipping away, then it was silent for the dragon and rider.
Uvuis stepped into the mist, the rider sat on her saddle her hands gripping it gently. He smiles to himself, and looks at both the dragon and riders black emotionless eyes.
"With a dragon, and a her rider we can hopefully take back a kingdom that should be ours," he says, and the company of Uvuis cheer.
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Wren walks around, she was wearing beautiful green leather riding gear and her hair was long and more beautiful then she ever remembered. On her right was Realyn, her muscles rippling under her powerful red scales, then on her left stood an older man and woman both with auburn hair and green eyes.
The man smiled at her "We are going to attack the hunters," he says,
"But why? Your still alive?" Wren says to him as they walked,
"Yes, why wouldn't we be and last time they attacked they could have killed us," he says, "I won't let them come close to us."
Wren looked at her father in confusion, but she felt that this was only fair, they had attacked, hadn't they?
"Alright," Wren says, "You ready, Realyn?" she says looking at the dragon, Realyn nods and lowers a wing for Wren to climb on. They take to the skies.
Uvuis looks at his company, "The dragon and rider are under our full control," he says, "She believes that her and her dragon will be fighting the hunters, before they can attack," he continues, "And this 'Attack' will actually be her attack on the palace of Argia."
The other Sorgoia look over at the auburn haired girl, and the dragon. Both their eyes were black, but hidden behind the darkness, Wren was being put through a sort of simulation as a means to control her actions. Uvuis makes a sort of motion with his hands and the dragon walks out of The Pit, Wren on her back and both their eyes black. They soared to the palaces, believing in their minds they were going to attack the dragon hunters not innocent people.
The man smiled at her "We are going to attack the hunters," he says,
"But why? Your still alive?" Wren says to him as they walked,
"Yes, why wouldn't we be and last time they attacked they could have killed us," he says, "I won't let them come close to us."
Wren looked at her father in confusion, but she felt that this was only fair, they had attacked, hadn't they?
"Alright," Wren says, "You ready, Realyn?" she says looking at the dragon, Realyn nods and lowers a wing for Wren to climb on. They take to the skies.
Uvuis looks at his company, "The dragon and rider are under our full control," he says, "She believes that her and her dragon will be fighting the hunters, before they can attack," he continues, "And this 'Attack' will actually be her attack on the palace of Argia."
The other Sorgoia look over at the auburn haired girl, and the dragon. Both their eyes were black, but hidden behind the darkness, Wren was being put through a sort of simulation as a means to control her actions. Uvuis makes a sort of motion with his hands and the dragon walks out of The Pit, Wren on her back and both their eyes black. They soared to the palaces, believing in their minds they were going to attack the dragon hunters not innocent people.
